Flakes tumble from a weighted branch to
rejoin the falling snow.
A small boat nods on its lines.
Water, water, water reclaiming
No matter the season, the sycamore drops
Trees beyond trees.
Light off the river—anything
Our bones will be chessmen for the gods
When the vanishing point is still
outside the frame.
Dust ever-changing: In darkness,
dirt. In sunlight, diamonds.
—Meredith Davies Hadaway
Meredith Davies Hadaway is the author of three poetry collections, including At the Narrows, winner of the 2015 Delmarva Book Prize for Creative Writing.